How to become a man

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The asphalt walked into the scream
of an afternoon, it's silence

snatched by a boy's mouth. The
glorious alleluia that pain brings;

which god will not listen? Hold
him, o god of my fathers. Hold him

from kneecap to clavicle, from
cracked soles to scraped scalp. It

was his father's hands heavy with
fatigue that wrapped the world

around the boy's throat. What is to
be done? Did you see how his shadow

curled into tree roots, disappeared
into the heat bleached wall of home?

The man, a taproot without water,
uprooted the boy from laughter,

buried his dreams still learning to
crawl in the gloom of manacles. Like

slaves,his father knew, the boy,the
black boy, learned to be cruel into

his body & if the only thing I own
is not mine to love, who are you

then to demand that I be gentle upon
this earth, woman of my heart?


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Image credit: Pixabay


Always,
Osahon (warpedpoetic)



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